Jensen was already awake when Osei's piece went live.He'd been awake for an hour, which wasn't unusual -- his sleep had been lighter since Alfred's discharge, the habit of someone who'd been monitoring too many moving parts for too long and hadn't fully adjusted to fewer of them requiring urgent attention. He lay in the dark and waited for his phone to show him the notification he knew was coming, and when it came he read the piece one final time with the particular attention of someone reading something they'd already read but which now carried the weight of being real rather than pending.It was good. Better in publication than in draft, which was the way good journalism worked -- the final edit had sharpened two paragraphs in the middle section and the headline was precise without being inflammatory.*How Marcus Crane Built a Shadow Network Inside the City's Financial Infrastructure -- And Who Paid the Price*Jensen read it through to the end, which he'd read before and which land